2008 Birthday Recap.

Friday, January 18th at The Town Hall Pub. 8:30pm - 2:30pm.

I estimate that I drank 6 - 8 Cape Cods (doubles). Every time someone would buy them for me, I would say, "You know... the bartender who introduced this to me said that it's what Frank Sinatra would drink. If it's good enough for Frank, It's good enough for me." I would easily bet that I said that to the same people over and over again, immediately forgetting that I'd just said that. Witnesses can confirm or deny this.



On top of those Cape Cods, I suspect that I probably had 12 or more shots.



I remember the first two with Hendo at the start of the evening.
Then the tequila shot with the Deejay.
Then the whiskey shot with Laflamboy.
Chip and I did a shot that Hendo peer-pressured him into doing with me.
Rob Disney bought me a shot too.
Hendo bought two more shots of Tullamore Dew while we were all crowded over by the door.
I did two shots of Grey Goose vodka with Hendo and other rowdies on my tab.
Then there was the two shots that I did, because whoever was supposed to do the other one with me, wandered away. So I did their shot for them, whoever they were, in a toast to their good health.
Finally, there was the last toast of the night between me and Hendo. Greg knows the one that I mean.

That's thirteen shots right there. Those are the ones that I remember.

I did not get my ass kicked by a dominatrix this year. But I did get slapped in the balls by Hendo three times (until a shaky truce was called shortly thereafter - after I kicked him in the balls). Later, he bit Greg on the head and slapped me so much and so often that I couldn't defend myself. I curled up in a ball, leaning against the bar and waited out the storm. I guess it should be mentioned that for all of the shots that I did, Hendo was there for nearly all of them. So, he got pretty tore up too.

I'll always remember that 2008 was also my "Tough guy" birthday, too. Earlier in the evening, while running an errand for work, I found this little temporary tattoo dispenser at the grocery store. I had a few bucks worth of quarters on me and bought 6 or 7 temporary tatoos, with the intention of giving them my friends to wear.

I got the one with the skulls on it. (You can't see it clearly in the picture, but the ribbon draped over them indicates that these skulls, niether speak, hear or see evil. That's pretty tough, right?)



Hendo and Kyle showed "big ups to Jesus" with their crosses. Please note that there's a demonic dragon under their crosses.



Hendo also too the "Devil Girl" tattoo, but didn't wear it somewhere where everyone could see it. So, it was his dirty little secret all night long.



Ryan sported the "Motorcycle Girl" tattoo and in a bit of inspired meta-tattooing, put it on his actual tattoo.



Greg fucked up the "tiger eyes" tattoo on his forehead. It did not work. So, he ended up with the "tramp stamp" in his cleavage. Hot.



Yes, we looked like very tough guys.



So many really wonderful people braved the bitterly cold night to come out and raise a glass with me. Here's a little photo gallery of the good folks that I saw.


This is one of those hastily produced panorama shots of the people sitting at the table in front of me. In this pic, Greg is trying on Noah's babushka hat to the delight of all. This is also a nice shot of Kyle's bad ass tattoo.


This is the same table, about twenty minutes later. People look vaguely annoyed because it's the second time that I took this picture. The first one was without a flash and was too dark to use. So, I had them hold the pose for a second, whilst I fixed the flash and then shot it in their faces without any warning. Noah's face says it all.



Almost all of my lovely ladies from the BBR came out for my birthday and that was really wonderful. This is "Miss Pixie". This pic was taken moment after a big hug. I don't think we've seen each other since the Christmas show ended. She's good people.



Speaking of good people, that's another Bombshell and her beau. I caught this picture of them as they were making their escape from the shenanigans. Bryan's smile looks less maniacal this year. (See last year's birthday post to see what I am talking about.)


Amanda, Me and The Blue Elephant. The blue elephant was Amanda's birthday present to me. I am sorry to say that some degenerate stole the blue elephant from me, during the course of the evening. A frantic search at the end of the night did not reveal it's whereabouts.
I suspect that Hendo fucked the blue elephant in the restroom and had Greg take pictures of it. I can't prove that. But that's my story until proven otherwise.
This picture is the only photographic evidence that the blue elephant or existed. Before meeting a horrible end in Hendo's pants.


Speaking of degenerates, there he is. Peeking in on me and Sayj. I bet he's thinking about sodomizing that Blue elephant right after this pic is over. The bastard.


Me, Mo and Jamie. Jamie doesn't like to have his picture taken. But he conceded for my birthday. He says that he always looks so stern in pictures. I don't know what he's talking about.


Senor Frymire in a moment of quiet repose. Dennis snuck into the party quietly and walked up to me, holding one of the 6 or 7 cape cods. No questions asked. He showed up ready to go. That's a stand up guy, right there.


The back of a Barbera and a shot of "Mr. Johnnypants" sleeping at the bar. (See Hendo's comments below for the Mr. Johnnypants reference.) No shit, that dude was so drunk, he was sleeping at the bar. Saw it a few times.

MORE PICTURES AND STORIES TO COME!
I JUST NEED SOME TIME TO POST THEM!
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HERE ARE SOME OF THE STORIES THAT I PLAN TO DROP HERE...

What Happened Between Adam and The Taiwanese Hooker. (An Epic Story)

What Happened to Cousin Rob.

How I Came To See Cloverfield.

What Happened Between Me and Lisa.

All good stories. All epic, to be sure. Look for them to get dropped here over the next few days!

Cheers,
Mr.B

PS. To the Birthday Party Tough Guys, John Laflamboy wants to host a Poker Night at his house for us. John has my old Poker Table and he's dying to break it out. I need to pick a Saturday afternoon and evening to make it happen. We'll want many, many hours to play over at his place. Look for that email to come soon.